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Part 7
It was rather less than a week after that walk that Capes came and sat down
beside Ann Veronica for their customary talk in the lunch hour. At present the world
waits for that writer, and the confused record of the newspapers remains the only
resource of the curious. Once he suggested they should go to a music-hall and see a wonderful
new dancer, but Ann Veronica did not feel she cared to see a new dancer. “The conventions do not matter one
little bit. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined
lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by
brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate
he actually deserved. ”
“You see I do. "
Ruth brushed her eyes with one hand and with the other signed for the spinster to
stop. ”
“Our cases are scarcely similar,” Anna remarked. There must be real
Valjeans, else how could authors write about them? Supposing some day she met
one of these astonishing creators, who could make one cry and laugh and forget,
who could thrill one with love and anger and tenderness?
Most of us have witnessed carnivals. My only
love is for my poor lost son. He swore when I tried to get it out with the ladle, and told
me what it said. The affair passed at one leap from a spree to a nightmare of violence and
disgust. Not my affair, of course, but I think we ought to teach them more or restrain
them more.
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